There’s so much poetry on myspace I thought I’d give it a try:
Today was bad
Aching to my very core
Pain so deep it makes me question
Can I go on?
Is it worth it?
Struggling to get through
Life is hurt
Gasping in torture
Today was bad
Tomorrow will be worse…
That’s the last time I wait a year in between sets of sit ups.
You know, the depth of my own talent frightens me. Oh yeah, how come my life has to come to an end for five minutes just because I hesitated on the Pay Per View channel? For some questions, there are no answers. God Damn cable.
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